Luyện nghe bài hát Buckets Of Silence

Had I known then what I now
Had I thought now what I then..
I still be human
with all the stupid fix-ins
As I fix sins and vixens vick
clothes for the characters they play then switch roles
Nail me to the cross
The cloth costs less
I'd toss
if I still had your breasts to rest my head on
Since you've been
I recalled my with problems and hate
but I can't remember the model or make
Now glass break in my death grip
I'm about to take the quick exit and end this head trip
My bed is stripped of its blankets, comforters, and sheets,
but I might have to peel off all my to remove your scent in order to sleep

I had my highs and
on top, I let you peek out over my nose
Sitting on my shoulders and I if I had a backbone,
you still be here
My is filthy..
from my lows when you weren't there. But to keep from guilty
I collected the dirt...Kept it up
Now Mr Feel Nothing saves his tears of a cup
and he drinks. And he forgets that he's an
Jealous of his and doubts that he even has a soul

My secret pleasures have my inner demons
I'm a ghost writer for the horrorcore my personal mosters sing

I'm in a strangers tub..
with all my clothes on...shivering...considering the of love.

get half of what I have to give...IF THAT
It's all the packaging. They're distracted by the gift rap.

Predictable. to manipulate
They're foreshadow puppets and I'm for their strings to break.

The pillars that once held up my halfway house have taken out.
I'm in my last days now. a change coming soon.
I just want to back into my mother's womb
I a comfort zone,
But obviously I to find another home
To my own...and always return to
and I it to be you

I sit and stare, zone out, think a lot and sleep,
creating to remember and then I forget to eat.

to the street you used to live on, staring at the bedroom window of your old home
with puppy eyes...waiting for God to me a bone.

I'd settle for one more goodbye kiss while I for less
I'm unsettled at best. Sulking while abandoning
Insulting my companions intelligence...conversing with talk
with mind games. Rehearsing with playful thought.

Its the way we fought that made my bubble then turn cold,
when you made me walk through rain and mud puddles down a road.
it me so messy
me..

not

I've got mud to sling...

Shot.